
We woke to a heavy, prickly frost this morning. I was the first out of bed and out of the house and had the pleasure of biking to my yoga class in a heavy fog. It was like biking through a cloud, the mist was so thick. When I was a kid and used to fly (in an airplane :-)) I always wanted to live in the clouds. This morning I got to, temporarily. The drawback was the cold - my poor old fingers throbbed from it! When I got out of class, my bike was covered in a heavy hoarfrost - as if it had sprouted a prickly white pelt. Even the bike seat was covered. You can imagine the discomfort of jumping up onto that!


I hope this finds you all enjoying a wonderful weekend! As for me, I am trying to get as much of Max's pirate stitching done as possible, while he is away for the weekend - cross your fingers for me!